Author's Note: I know this chapter is short as hell but it’s just a between chapter. I am planning big things for the upcoming seven chapters, so stay tuned. I know these chapters are starting to get put up further and further away, and that has a good reason: I have been starting to make vectors and such with Photoshop, and various other pony-related pictures. My deviantART page is in the comments below. Enjoy this not so much of a chapter.
Well, today is the final day of preparations. You have planned to spend each day of this week with each individual filly, and tomorrow is the first day; then, to finish the week off, you have decided to have a final celebration, one to bring joy to your daughters’ hearts. But who to start with has frazzled your thinking. You love each of your little fillies more than anything; and none more than any other. But if you start with one pony, the others might get jealous; unloved. You sigh, and hoist yourself up off of your bed, slight cracking sounds emit from your knees. I’m getting older and older every day… You slowly saunter downstairs, being greeted by a hovering Rainbow Dash. She has been getting better and better at flying ever since, well, last night. Rainbow will still need some practice, as you see her struggling to keep up with her wings. She will get a lot better when her wings grow to their full length, but that won’t be for a long time; hopefully. You wanted all the time you had with your daughters to be spent to a full extent.
Each other filly gives you their traditional morning nuzzle; usually on your leg, but sometimes Applejack and Twilight reach out to nuzzle your neck. You give them their breakfast, which usually make up of lettuce and or carrots; and water or milk as a drink. You have gotten them dog bowls instead of the old soup bowls. Not that you think of them as dogs; or any other animal such as that, but because of the convenience. They have grown to like the bowls; you even took it as far as to design each distinct dish to the liking of your fillies. Your little Rarity has even went as far as to design her bowl with glitter and various plastic gems found around your basement, from when you took in scrapbooking as a hobby as a child. You fill their bowls with chilled water; fresh from the tap. You notice Fluttershy has been very envious of Rainbow Dash, as she is also a Pegasus, yet you have not taught her to fly. Not yet taught her to fly... You didn’t teach her to fly yet. You haven’t yet taught Twilight and Rarity to use their magic yet. You haven’t even taught Applejack how to buck trees, or even Pinkie Pie how to bake! This can’t be happening. You have focused too much on Rainbow Dash and her flying that you haven’t hardly even been a father figure to your other little fillies! I have to think of something…
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The entire day has been spent thinking of a plan for these next seven days which are approaching faster than you want them to. But finally, you have thought of a plan. If you can spend a day for each individual filly, you can still be in time for the one year anniversary of the day you found your fillies on your doorstep. Even though it has only been a year since you found them, it has felt like an eternity that you have raised them. You saunter over to your bedroom, unbeknownst to what tomorrow will hold. You quietly check on your little fillies, who currently are sleeping soundly. For some reason, Applejack hasn’t lately been sleeping in her own bed; yet has been sneaking into Rainbow Dash’s room to sleep with her. You have no idea why your little Applejack has been sleeping with Rainbow, if it be nightmares, or just a strong bond between the two; but if it makes those two happy, then so be it. You would never in a million years take away one of your daughter’s happiness for anything. You see the two of them curled up together of Rainbow’s bed, breathing as quietly as can be. You slowly shut the door, attempting to cease any creaks.
Stumbling over to your own bedroom, you decide on who to spend the first day of the upcoming week with. Should you go alphabetical, random, or even by favorite? No, you would never go by favorites. That is the first step on the road to being a bad parent; a road you never want to walk, especially with these little fillies. You soon decide to go alphabetical, to provide some fairness. You don’t want any of your fillies to assume you have favorites, after all. You stumble into your bed, knees cracking, groans quite audible. You fluff your pillow, and soon enough drifting off to sleep. Yet tonight, sleeping was harder than it usually is. You could feel your heart racing, your blood flowing through you as quick as ever. But soon enough, you started to slowly fall into a deep sleep.
This is going to be a good week.